You go alone, inside the implacable stone buildings
Made by machines and men's bric-a-brac dreams,
You ascend to the stars, in the quiet elevator
Watch the numbers increase, feel the small box leave.
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How can you mark geniuse, i would not even conteplate.you see life, you wtite life
Life and death, coexisting in the same realm. A darkeness in the light, or hopefully, the other way around.